TO EVERYONE

[princessvegas]

[ In her domain, Julie sits in a booth, bent over the table with a stack of paper and pen. She bites the tip of her tongue in concentration, then starts writing invitations. She intends to leave them all over the Horizon, fliers more than proper addressed invites.

Soon, all of the off-worlders are able to see writing in their vision. This writing appears to simply be written on any nearby surface: a tabletop, on the page of a book in place of the text, in a pool of water. It sparkles to summon attention to itself, just enough of a twinkle to earn a glance. ]



[ It's signed at the bottom, Julie Lawry.

Soon, other thoughts may begin appearing in your vision, sparkling until they catch your eye. Your own thoughts can be broadcast too. If you put in a little effort, you can even send them directly to a specific person, or a group.

And most of you are welcome to the party. ]

Comments

[princessvegas]

An occupation can definitely be a costume. Like, the army where you're from, they all wear the same thing, right? So they know who's on each side? Uniform. You dress up in their clothes, it doesn't make you a soldier, but you're still dressed as one. Costume. My world has lots of jobs that have pretty universal look to them. I guess we kind of take one specific idea of a uniform and keep using it until that's just what people understand as that job.

Ugh, I wish I could show you a picture, it would help a lot.

[ She concentrates very hard on the visual of firefighter, but predictably, that does nothing, and she can sort of feel the difference in a thought that goes out versus one that doesn't. ]

People write poems about him? I know he's real old so he must have a reputation, but like, I only ever heard of poems being written for lovers. Women, usually, most of the real famous poets wrote about women. Are the poems about how beautiful he is? Hair like snow, eyes like... lemons. [ If a snicker can be translated into written thought, that's what's there. ]

[wiedzminka]

A soldier's uniform is not a costume, Julie. Unless one is a spy or a traitor. But I suppose I take your meaning.

[ This is only getting more convoluted. She's probably not helping.

But eyes like lemons is fucking hilarious. She'll have to give Jaskier that line. Perhaps Julie will hear a song about a lemon-eyed Witcher soon enough. ]

Don't worry. Poets write plenty about buxom women where I'm from too.

Why don't we meet in that other realm? You can show me what you mean, and we can consider what other citrus fruits a poet could compare Geralt to.

[princessvegas]

Yeah, on any other day but Halloween. It's the one day that anything is a costume.

[ There is one hundred percent going to be a slutty military uniform to use as an example. Is this really what spies and traitors wear, Ciri? ]

Yeah, I'm here all the time! I got work in a couple hours, but I can come back whenever you're free.

[wiedzminka]

[ The idea of slutty costumes on top of regular costumes hasn't even crossed her mind. Please show her the ways. ]

I don't blame you. It's been a tempting escape for me lately, as well.

Set the time, and I'll find you.

[princessvegas]

If you're not busy now, I got time! Otherwise, tomorrow?

[wiedzminka]

I'm not doing much right now. I'll be there soon.

[princessvegas]

Cool. It's easy to find me, just go towards the music.